The Tell-Tale Slap

When I had made an end of my morning labors slathering lotion on my skin to protect it from the sizzling tropical sun, it was eleven o’clock — hot but now tolerable, the air stirred by cooling winds, the rays glancing at a blinding angle off the sand. Laying on my towel face up, inviting the browning of my flesh, I swiveled my head to the left and right, to ensure my immediate area was clear for uninterrupted napping, and to savor perhaps one more plump, glistening nude buttock before I closed my eyes.

Sunlight ricocheted off the pocked sand, blinding me as I squinted to the smallest aperture possible to view my surroundings. To my right, about ten feet, two girls, early 20s, lay on a blanket on their backs, faces craned skyward. Skimpy bikinis concealed only the most imprudent parts of their lithe figures, and their pale skin, nearly as light in hue as the sand which enveloped them, showcased off-toned strap lines. I knew this because they had untangled their tops, letting the cloth rest loosely on their breasts. Giddy with freedom, they nonetheless couldn’t muster the insouciance to splay out entirely naked. Here they allowed a mere hint of their wares on one of the most notorious full nudity beaches in the world.

My right eye lingered on one girl’s twinkling side boob until I began to drift off.

As the surf sounded the seconds, there came a faint, seemingly distant patter approaching from my left.

slap slap slap

At first I thought it was the blood rushing through my ears, but as the sound congealed it became apparent the source was foreign and the noise it made strangely rhythmic, almost monotonic.

I smiled, — for what had I to wonder? Although the beach was only a third full, nothing of note ever occurred except the infrequent native pitchman hawking his trinkets. I strained to catch sight of the intruder, curious about his product for sale, but saw nothing save for bloated humps of tourist flesh possibly rolled over on their infant walruses. I grimaced that such aging monstrosities are often the ones least susceptible to self-regulating modesty.

I bade sleep welcome. But not soon enough, for the steady patter returned.

slap slap slap slap slap slap

I listened intently this time, agreeing with myself that the sound most resembled the light thwacking of a heavy, uncooked sausage against a wall or open palm. It grew ever so slightly in loudness, until, Doppler-like, it passed behind my head at its zenith and then receded, to return to prominence again in a few minutes as it swooped around the opposite side where my feet pointed.

slap slap slap SLAP SLAP SLAP slap slap slap

Ere long, I felt myself getting disconcerted and wished the sound gone. My head heavy with stupor, each time I looked around to locate my pattering torment, dazzling sunlight obscured my vision.

Had no one else been hearing what I heard? The walrus humans snorted and quivered like Jell-O, periodically scratching a fold. I fancied a hallucination brought on by the heat: but still the terrible soft patter encircled me. The gentle slaps became more distinct, less distinct, then more distinct again: I talked myself into believing it was an energetic small child bemused by a new toy to get rid of my curiosity: but it continued and once more gained definiteness — until, at length, I found that the noise had stopped ten feet from me.

No doubt I now grew very intrigued; — but I remained unwilling to sit up for a clearer visual inspection that would solve my mystery, for there were only a few minutes left to the conclusion of my facial bronzing, a chore I had planned in advance and hoped to premiere at that night’s danceclub opening. Yet the sound stopping aggravated me even more — and why would that be so? It had stopped for a reason, and so close by, and I had to know its purpose.

I arched my head to the right, toward the girls again, and slowly gazed upward into the blackest silhouette imaginable, backlit by the blazing sun. I could see the geometric contour of a thin, sinewy man, standing close to six feet tall, looming over the heads of the girls, his face totally hidden in shadows like an eclipse, and below his torso, equally cast in impenetrable shadow, a tubular structure swung languidly like a pendulum, its edges shimmering from a corona of sunlight.

I propped myself on my elbows — could it be? And yet the beachgoers saw it not, or pretended not. The girls had just opened their eyes, possibly rousted by the man’s shadow cast across their faces, and one of them audibly gasped as she looked straight up into the vortex of the pendulous tube swaying inches over her forehead, and past it into the barely perceptible grinning mug of the man holding some primitive face masks in his right arm.

Her open mouth frozen in shock, perhaps awe, the man inquired loudly in the local dialect.

“I have masks. Very good art. Good party masks, too. Dancing masks. You wanna buy? Ten dollars, my friends.”

No reply. He talked more quickly — more vehemently; but the girls’ catatonia steadily increased. I stared at the spectacle, pondering a rescue, but all I could see were wispy limbs, torsos and heads swirling nebulously around the mammoth tube.

Finally, the girls both wriggled to their sides, holding their tops against their chests with a free arm, and assumed a kneeling position a few feet away from the pubic proboscis. They erupted in giggles, looking at each other for confirmation that what they were seeing was in fact real, and one of them shook her head no. But the other, ostensibly the mischievous one of the two, asked about his selection, which prompted him to extend his arm full of masks, the motion of which caused the tube to swing in a parabola before their faces, inciting another round of stifled giggles.

Though cast in shadow, his toothy, brilliant grin was nonetheless visible enough, accentuated by the obvious creases in his cheeks. I was certain he prowled defenseless, but easily entertained, fillies in this manner every day of the week.

A brief bargaining ensued with no sale, and the man shrugged and walked off, the slapping noise commencing once again. I watched him retreat, his consciously exaggerated gait betrayed by his muscled legs sweeping outward a bit, and as if excited to fury by the giggles of the women, the tube arched upward then fell heavily from its own weight, thumping against his thigh, grazing the knee.

And then I knew. The slapping — the irrepressible noise of flesh on flesh, growing louder, louder!, then quieter, heard by others for certain who irritated me sourly, for they never let on that they suspected the source of the noise (they knew! they were making a mockery of my horror!), and still they sunbathed pleasantly, and glistened like oiled slugs — the slapping was his enormous member, thick enough around to plug a truck exhaust, bouncing happily off one leg, then the other, as he strolled, each stride punctuated by the beast’s shaft and head landing on the thigh like a breaching whale on the ocean surface, just short of the kneecap, a full 17… 18? 22?… inches from its origin point.

slap slap slap

Oh God! what could I do? I foamed — I raved — I mentally swore at the thing for refusing to suppress my prejudicial stereotyping! I sat up straight from the towel upon which I had been laying, and watched the snake slither across the beach around mounds of apathetic onlookers, pausing every so often to surprise a mark into an impulse buy. I noticed he studiously avoided the naked men, who, I guessed by their indifference, had either seen the snake handler before and were inured of his infamy, or were gallantly hiding evidence of their insecurity with quick hoists of bathing suits over blotchy, reddened privates. In time, every woman, even the old ones, who caught sight of the unearthly appendage tittered like schoolgirls, laced with a hint of anxiety.

“Fake!” I announced to the brightened girls next to me, “It’s so fake. You have to admit it.”

“I don’t know. It looked real to me,” girl one demured.

“Yeah, you were pretty close to it,” scoffed girl two at her friend.

“He could rape a girl from across the beach!” girl one whispered loudly.

Disgusted with their levity, I told them that if they had grabbed the thing and tore it off at the root, they would have found the little guy hiding underneath. That it would be surprising if sex stores didn’t have very lifelike organs nowadays for sale, and this thing was his gimmick to sell child-like art to dumbstruck tourists.

In the distance, a good hundred yards from our spot, maskman waded into the turquoise water, still in shadows, his member nevertheless clearly distinct and hanging like a giant grandfather clock chime from his crotch. He grabbed the shaft in the middle with one hand (his hand did not make it all the way around), the unattached end of the leaden pipe drooping toward the water, and took a piss into the waves.

The girls looked back at me. “Fake?”

I smirked. “Camera tricks.”

Later that evening, for the first time in my life, I was less than proud of my god-given nine inches. It would be nothing but small-vaginaed asian girls for me, from then on.

Cuz the guys with smaller dicks and skin that couldn’t take the sun had to leave Africa in order to get laid, and started living in places with cold weather where the chicks couldn’t tell how big their cocks were, while the guys who stayed breeded based largely on how big their cocks were and ability to withstand the sun.

Becasue n average they don’t have giant dicks. The rest of the world ( everyone but african blacks ) views africans as some kind of an animal due to their very different aesthetic qualities in relation to the rest of the world and therefore assumes all kinds of animalistic characteristics about them. The few actual researches done on penis size and the ones done in the US do not show any significant difference between blacks and whites, with Kinsey’s research being the most well known.

[heartiste: the one study i read on the matter did find penis size differences running from largest (blacks) to smallest (asians). ball size varied as well, but that was more randomly distributed.]

How is he a fraud? cuz he included fags and prisoners in his study?. i dont believe he massaged any numbers. The one knock on kinsey’s study is his low number of black volunteers. Say you leave out kinsey, but then there isn’t a whole lot of studies on the penis and most of these few studies generally agree with kinsey’s findings in that blacks are bigger than whites by a small margin (that means either the average black is bigger than the average white OR relative to other groups blacks have a higher ratio of the few extreme sized individuals) or paradoxically in some studies whites are found to be bigger.

CH, if you are referencing that world penis map, i believe the data was based on self reported condom buyers which makes it shaky and distorts the outcome due to many related reasons. And many of the numbers do not make any sense on that map.

[heartiste: no, it wasn’t the penis map, it was another study i was referencing, but i can’t remember who authored it. however, you make a fair point about the errors inherent in self-reporting, especially when the subject is sex for which humans notoriously tend to fib about.]

So… I will be the first to admit confusion. Did this actually occur, was this a humorous story to show off the unrealistic beliefs women have about penis size, the unrealistic beliefs men have about penis size, or something else entirely that I can’t think of at all?

The fat white guy with the biggest dick in the world has like… 13″? I’m sure we would heard about this guy if he was real.

[heartiste: he was real. but he was also a native with limited access to and from the outside world, barring those who saw him on the beach naked. circus freaks do occasionally slip through the media cracks.]

In that case, Heartiste, I think he needs a talent agent from the decadent west. You can have 10% of his cash take from all the freak porn he’ll be in, and all the tore up pussy you can handle…. Sloppy seconds indeed…..

That pre-birth testosterone bath must be more like a blast for some people. I think I will have to stash the mother of my future sons in some island locale in which there are no estrogenics – and possibly a bunch of T precursors – in the water to prevent the family jewels from being as glorious as possible.

Cool. Being able to tell the story – live – of how you chatted a pair of chicks opening them by talking about some other guy’s d*ck is not easy.

It is even harder than confess that you banged a girl from city C, who told you that guys from city A f*ck better than guys from city B, yourself being from B. And that she didn’t come, confirming her prior bias.

The moral of the story, there’s always something with someone you want. The dude is just some old fuck on a beach selling pieces of shit to live a life one step better than a homeless drug addict. Some girls will fall onto a 2 foot long dong fer sure hur dur because it’s interesting, but girls aren’t gay men, they don’t share men’s desires (and really, what’s the next step, humping a fire hydrant?)…hence game isn’t about penile enlargement but social enhancement.
Oh, there’s always someone skinnier, more muscular, prettier, bigger dong, smarter, richer, etc., and you can stop living your life in shame because of it or you can, you know, get some.

Jelqing is bullshit too. The five and six-inchers can work on game instead seeing how 5-6 inches is pretty much the average. Worrying about your cock size is trademark beta. If she loves you she’ll come no matter how big your dick is. Unless it’s a micropenis, in which case I hope you have one hell of a tongue.

Jelqing is not bullshit. Have you given it a try for anything longer than a month? I agree 5-6 inch is fine. But having a bigger one can give you confidence. They always say that girls can sense the guys that are packing. I have a 5 incher, and I know if I was carrying around a 7+ I would probably have quite a bit more swagger in my step.

It’s not really worrying. You can’t worry about that shit when you read CH.

But it’s an ego boost, trying to add prestige… like building muscles. You don’t need a 6 pack to get bitches. But you are slightly more confident around bitches when you have a 6 pack. Same goes for big dick.

9 inches would be somewhere in the top 1/10th of 1% and as big or bigger than all regular porn performers ( excluding true circus freaks and/or guys who can’t get enough bloodflow for an erection). So I’m not buying that, either.

Also for reference, I’m 6′ and wear XL gloves and size 13 shoes- my forearm is about 9″ bent and 10.5″ extended ( a lot of wannabe “foot long” cocksmen tend to compare theirs to the forearm of small girls) and the distance from the root of my dick to the top of a knee is 15″

That having been said, are you measuring from the bottom of the balls? That is where it should be measured from because if you get good wood, you can feel that is actually where the cock starts.

Unless, of course, you want to go around broadcasting your cock is smaller than it really is.

Finally, why would you question? It stands to reason that guys like me and CH that hang around at nude beaches would have bigger cocks than most guys – think about it. That’s why for a long time I got way hotter chicks when I went to nudist resorts and swingers clubs. Why would a guy with a small cock want to be out there?

You are wrong. I did a jelqing and stretching routine and added .5 inches in length and .4 inches in girth over a 4 month period. I stopped doing the exercises because I got sick of doing them and life got busy, and lost all the gains, but gains tend to be permanent for people who do exercise for a long time and do a proper “cementing” routine before quitting.

The summary is that you can use Arginine to increase vascularity in your member, along with regular use of penis pumps, and also a good workout routine, such as leg presses to “maximize” what you’ve got. If it’s an issue for you that is

Its a solid book for all around male performance: desire, performance, maintaining T levels.

I’ve been using Maca for years to keep my T levels high, based on his advice.

Got it on p2p. Definitely worth it, compared to what’s available on the free forums.
I didn’t try anything, mainly because it demands a lot of time and dedication. But it’s a praised book in the jelqing community.

I have a question that is a bit off topic, but related to tourist sex. What suggestions would you have for two guys, a little beta but very goodlooking and straight, about gaming a girl who’s not a complete hoe, but a little freaky, into a two man three-way?

They tell me that the last time they tried such a thing, it didn’t work out well for them because since they’re both straight, they were all nerves and this made the girl nervous so she backed out. I’m not really sure why they want to do this so badly. I guess it’s a porn exposure thing.

Just how would a couple of guys go about seducing a fairly normal young woman into something like this? Also, in such a situation should one guy take on the role of alpha and the other beta, or should they behave more like a single unit?

They’ll be shipping out soon, by the way, and won’t have to see the girl again. I know what they want to do to her, but she doesn’t. So far, I’ve been doing the good wingperson thing and commenting on how hot both of them are and “if I was 20 years younger…” (social proof), and mentioning they’re leaving soon (scarcity/discretion).

I suppose this is a question about any out of the ordinary things. How does a guy who doesn’t look like Satan or something, go about seducing a woman into really freaky stuff in a relatively short time? How do you break through both the pub/club bitch shields and the in-the-dark inhibitions quickly?

One should seduce her first, and then share her with his friend. I did that once because of weed and alcohol. Won’t do it again.

It’s like getting a threesome for a man. Until now, I’ve never been able to seduce two girls simultaneously, except sometimes in my imagination. But I can seduce one girl and then convince her to let another girl join us.

Thank you for the suggestion. This could work because even though both are somewhat engaging, (the Black) one is a more active seducer than the other. I’m also thinking he would serve as the better inhibition wedge because Black guys, esp. uncut are kind of taboo. If she’ll do him, she might be up for the other one too.

About this, I don’t need to daydream. I’m an old freak, and this sort of thing was like…the mid 80’s. I was surprised there were guys under 30 interested in that sort of thing.

Go online for this. This isn’t something you can just bring up to random women and expect a “yes” to. It’s hard enough for one guy to get in a woman’s pants, much less two.

Anyway, around five years ago, setting up three-ways was something best done on Craig’s List, a City Paper personals section or Adult Friend Finder.

This can still be done, but these days most go through OKCupid, where women will often times boldly assert how wild they are and even answer survey questions like “have you ever had group sex.” These are public profiles, replete with pics, and you’d be surprised how many women eagerly answer “yes” to this question.

In much the same way strangers on planes will tell each other personal details they’d never tell friends or family, women on Internet dating sites will reveal things that boyfriends, “co-workers” and other people close to them in real life will never get to know.

Finally, if they absolutely feel the need to meet someone in real life to arrange their three way, tell them to seek out nurses or CNAs. For whatever reason, the women I know into this are almost exclusively in nursing-related fields.

Well, she’s not in nursing, but is in some kind of therapeutic field I can’t really translate from Hebrew, but it’s something like a branch of special education. So she has that nurse-ish personality. Since yesterday I’ve learned that she is also really into BDSM and not just a poser.

2) Act like it’s totally normal and they do it all the time, instead of like it’s some freaky porn shit big deal.

3) Understand that the vast majority of women have a MFM fantasy, overthinking this is like “how would I get someone to accept a $1,000,000 bill, hmmm…I just don’t know how!!”

“Also, in such a situation should one guy take on the role of alpha and the other beta, or should they behave more like a single unit?’

If you can both pull off being alpha, then both of you flirt with her and when one of you escalates, say “mmmm this one kisses good, you try her…” and turn her to face the other guy who acts casual and just pulls her in and starts kissing her (“mmmm you’re right, she should come party with us…”)

Or if one of you is super in with the chick and the other guy is kind of the third wheel, have the other guy eye-fuck her and flirt a bit and after she’s heated up and horny and making eye-contact with the third-wheel while the first guy is groping her, have the third-wheel say (while staring her down and moving closer) “hey Bob, is it cool if I kiss her…” (but don’t actually wait for a response, just do it, you’re making a statement more than asking a question)

Once this all goes down, get her somewhere private ASAP. Don’t pass her around like a whore in the bar all night. The general mentality should be like “oh, dude, check it out, this one’s pretty awesome…” “hey, you’re right, you know what fuck all these other girls let’s us 3 get out of here and go have a drink back at the hotel…”

If one of you is super alpha and the other is super beta, the alpha guy can order the girl around. “mmm that feels amazing, you give good head babe, but I feel bad Bob’s stuck out there spankin himself. Hey Bob, come in here! Show him what you can do babe. (he walks in in just boxers with a boner like he was spanking it out there, and the alpha guy puts her hand on his crotch, she’ll take over from there)”

“So far, I’ve been doing the good wingperson thing and commenting on how hot both of them are and “if I was 20 years younger…” (social proof), and mentioning they’re leaving soon (scarcity/discretion).”

Good wing skills! It’s up to them from there. Only thing less attractive than one beta is two, tell ’em to man up. Also warn them that it’s not as cool as in porn. When you’re spit-roasting a girl you’re stuck looking at your bro lol And any place you do stuff, your bro’s “stuff” has already been there. It’s pretty gross to me, I’m not a fan personally, but some guys are cool with it.

Also don’t force it, if she’s not cool with it, she’s not cool with it either because she’s 100% not into or curious about it, or because they’re fucking up since they’re not real skilled at this stuff. Two uncalibrated guys who don’t know the difference between “omg we shouldn’t…” and “No.” and one horny girl, mixed with a bunch of vacation alcohol in everyone, can turn into a rapey situation really fast. No means no.

“How does a guy who doesn’t look like Satan or something, go about seducing a woman into really freaky stuff in a relatively short time? How do you break through both the pub/club bitch shields and the in-the-dark inhibitions quickly?”

My specialty, but that’s a whole ‘nother topic in itself. 🙂 The main keys to it are to believe that whatever you’re doing is normal, and to not judge her in any way for letting those dark inhibitions loose.

I know what your saying but I’ve found that most girls have an FF fantasy, vs FMF. They’re curious about being with a girl but the curiosity is about the girl not about including a guy in it, know what I mean? It’s like you play Nintendo all day and then someone gives you an Xbox for the night, you don’t even remember the Nintendo is there cause you’re too busy playing with this new amazing Xbox that’s only there for a limited time.

For actual 3-somes most girls I’ve met (I test the waters for stuff like this with most girls I talk to) like the idea of two guys. The ones into FMF tend to have already had at least one FF experience before (even if it was just a drunken thing with a close female friend).

It started out okay with Black guy doing the active seducing, and the girl warming up to him. The problem was that White guy wasn’t really committed to the effort because his focus shifted to a different girl. So it was just the Black guy on his own, and it might have gone well, but then they couldn’t decide who was going to get the room.

Then both girls kinda floated off. I suppose the lesson in this is each guy should have his own room on vacation.

lol this is why it’s hard to find a good wingman who understands you have to be running the same play. You can’t have one team-player and one guy who’s playing every man for himself.

This is also why I’m never really worried about other guys taking my girls. The average guy has shitty game and you can throw a 3-some right in his lap and he’ll still find a way to fuck it up lol

“Who gets the room”, jesus. Party together for a bit then one guy takes his girl to the bathroom to fuck, the couch to fuck, the hallway to fuck, the stairwell to fuck, if it’s warm then outside to fuck, a vehicle to fuck…if you have two beds in the room you just start fucking under the covers.

“The pickpocket unbuttoned himself. Sammler heard the zipper descend. Then the smoked glasses were removed from Sammler’s face and dropped on the table. He was directed, silently, to look
downward. The black man had opened his fly and and taken
out his penis. It was displayed to Sammler with great oval testicles, a large tan-and-purple uncircumcised thing – a tube, a snake; metallic hairs bristled at the thick base and the tip curled beyond the supporting, demonstrating hand, suggesting the fleshy mobility
of an elephant’s trunk, though the skin was somewhat iridescent rather than thick or rough. Over the forearm and fist that
held him Sammler was required to gaze at this organ. No compulsion would have been necessary. He would in any case have looked.
The interval was long. The man’s expression was not directly menacing but oddly, serenely masterful. The thing was shown with mystifying certitude. Lordliness. Then it was returned to the trousers. Quod erat demonstrandum. Sammler was released.”

The official rank of the largest penis belongs to a man measured and documented by Dr. Robert Dickinson in the earlier part of the twentieth century. This record-holding penis was 13.5 inches (34 cm) in length and 6.25 inches (16 cm) in circumference.

But the living owner of the world’s biggest human penis is Jonah Falcon. Falcon’s 13-5 inch member has been measured for a TV special, making him one of the few guys who can back up his bodily boasts. (Link 1 | Link 2)

Is this guy from some indian song “alpha”? Twas linked in another dating forum……
apart from his weird mustache seems to be completely unfazed by the skimpy hb8.5 …… right moves he even slaps her ass multiple times… can it be a good example of “how to romance like an alpha”???

We generally are. Our ways are just foreign to you so you don’t understand.

Basically, it works a couple of ways: start dating one guy in mid teens and stick with him except maybe during periods of being broken up, or circulate until you land on a guy who wants to keep you and then stick with him…

The crap you see in music videos is with fangirls and prostitutes who do not even remotely represent the general population of Black women.

We tend not to throw people away unless something is over-the-top wrong with them, and sometimes not even then. Even if a Black woman isn’t the only one, she generally keeps with one guy for as long as possible.

I dated a girl who didn’t come with me but claimed to come for a guy with coke can girth. Scary thought. I don’t know how he got it in there – she was a tight little Asian.

The penissizedebate site says “Let it be clear that the majority of men will fall in the lower-left D and C brackets. Grade-A penises are probably occurring in less than 10% of men.”

I’m guessing you can take a grade B dick to Asia and count it as a grade A.

I’m not sure if it’s surprising, but game blogs rarely mention the value of sex in seduction. I’ve often found that after the first night of satisfying sex, repeat business is a guarantee. It’s quite a touchy subject, I know. But if you want repeat business, it’s not a bad idea to be good at fucking.

For being good at sex I highly recommend meditation and chi-kung. Possibly also kundalini. When you get a habitual and strong felt kinesthetic sense of energies in your body, this can dramatically transform your experience, and this will effect the womans experience.

That sucks for most girls then cause most dudes don’t have the dorks to fit into that chart. First off, as a guy I guess I will never know the true answer and maybe I am biased but i’ve never had any complaints and I am no where near the numbers thrown about in this thread. Some bitches will say “my last bf was huge and it was fun” and they still had multi-O’s with me so why would I cry over it. some girls are multi-O who can come with anything, any size. I’ve had 6ft tall girls who can get off on my pinky. But then again, you see it in the porn (2 small to take it all) that there are 4’10” girls who can take a foot (yay Tanner Mayes).
If you need 9 inches and a soda can, it’s probably like the asians who jerk it for 9 hours a day to tentacle porn, pretty soon, you’re useless for human contact.
This is cuckold fantasy bs, Tucker Max type players who will come out and say, their dick aint nothing to brag about and the bitches love them. Or you can look to the lesbians who have no tool at all because most orgasmisms be clitoral which is how most girls do themselves.
But it could all be a lie and if so, I will give a Roger Stirling, “who cares” if it is. Can’t fix it.

Reality is difficult to just plain stare it. It either grabs us seductively, bores us, angers us, disgusts us, or makes us afraid.

Dick size is one of those facts of life that just lie still on the page. We have emotional reactions to it.

Pragmatically, it’s like anything else. If there is nothing you can do about it, focus on something else.

I’m short and older and ugly and noticeably balding. I’m way below average in looks – strikingly so. There is nothing I can do about that, and in fact I’ve even found how to play that as a strength.

I’ve found a surprising niche exists for older ugly men. I literally compete on the basis of my perceived inability to attract other women. There is a sizable minority of women who deliberately choose the less attractive man, and will clearly explain the exact reasons why.

But of course if that minority is large enough, it leaves room for men like me to exploit it, and become an ugly player.

As for dick size, if you have an advantage, it’s an advantage. If you don’t have that advantage, you’ll simply compensate.

Some people prefer to think that the only way we truly attract women is with confidence, deep down and in the end. That is of course bullshit, but more than that, it’s not a practical way to approach things. Rather than have irrational self confidence born out of ignorance of exactly how all the attraction triggers work, it’s better to know what strengths you have that you can play up, and what weaknesses still have room for improvement.

The stuff we can’t do anything about (like my ugly face or balding head that looks worse shaved), we just ignore, and work on targeting girls who don’t value that as much.

Err… All orgasms are clitoral. The clitoris isn’t just the little fig poking between the lips. It actually goes inside and surrounds the entire structure; a guy with a coke can dick, expanding a girls’ insides, is expanding her internal clitoris. In other words, a “vaginal” orgasm is just an orgasm from a different part of the clit.

They are more stimulated by big dicks, and can lead to powerful orgasms.
However, you can stimulate these spots with your fingers. Google around for david shade’s material.
The fact that you can stimulate them with your fingers doesn’t mean that an average dick can do the trick. Because you can exercise pressure on specific spots with your fingers…

I tend to agree with the penissizedebate linked above. A big dick is preferable. Altough there are differences in the size of vaginas.

A 7 incher is better than a 5 incher, all things being equal. An 8 incher is rumored to be ideal.

I’m not saying this is important. A woman will not care about your dicksize if you’re alpha enough. She won’t even think about it once if you’re dominant and masterful in the bedroom. But this shit is ultimately about one’s inner game. Can you be at your top even if you know you can be better and bigger? If yes, then kudos, keep it up. If no, you can always hit the gym to have bigger muscles and then hit the bathroom for 1 hour of penis exercises (in which case, safety and knowledge are key).

At any sort of tropical vacation destination, the native black god’s who work on resorts ALWAYS end up fucking anything that moves. Women are naturally attracted to the “entertainment director” type who’s job it is to “make sure everyone having fun”. In turn they get to humiliate husbands, fuck wives and shoo them away at the end of their week long vacation. It’s the best position to be in the world.

Not directed at the actual post (though wtf was that??) some rather comments. Got a thought I wanna share after reading the “chalupas” natural alpha bankers subthread… It’s the same shit, a status cop-out: it’s easier to believe that you are average or even above, but to be able to fuck women regularly you need to be Ivy League love child of Ain Rand and Don Draper or have a huge dick and “jelq” (wtf?!) or wear a furry hat etc. It’s easier than to accept that no, you’re not that good, in big part because you’re afraid to hit on a slampiece and a normal men with basic natural game do indeed get laid more than you do.

I will of course agree, though, basic principles of game are sound and are gold for a lot of men. I will even give it to our host that there isn’t exactly that much to write about after 4 years and that’s where bs like this comes from. May I suggest some actual past and current field reports?

/ and no, Dirk?, you do not measure your dick from the base of the balls, lol. Don’t worry bro, they say it’s the motion in the ocean anyway..

// I guess I “jelqed” once – while under influence, I jerked off to porn for like hours. Yeah it worked because it was swollen like fuck. I do not recommend it.

I get the sense from reading this post that Heartiste is a bit of a trust fund baby? Is my superior sense of intuition and inductive reasoning accurate on this point?

Now, can Heartiste write? Yes. Yes he is a very talented writer. In fact I really enjoy this site and appreciate the work he has put into backing up dating theory with factual studies.

However, and this is a big “however”, those of the trust fund persuasion enjoy a significant advantage in the SMP in coming into contact with women. While most men are stuck in cubicles, weaing uncomfortable business casual clothes all day long in overly air-conditioned offices, Trust Fund Babies are in airports, ready to board planes for their latest jaunt out of country where as we all know “what stays in (out of country location), stays in (out of country location).”

While the average guy is getting into bed by 10pm for another day at work, the Trust Fund Baby is dropping his cover charge at a club before enjoying bottle service in VIP till the wee hours of morning. Where, let’s face it, not much game is required. And no work to go to the next day.

Most every man is going to be attractive to X% of women, and it is the sheer number of women he contacts every week that dertermines his success. (A% to women x # women in contact) This contact can come through bars, clubs, school, work, coffeeshops, etc. The more contact a man has with women, the higher number of dates he will have.

Put simply, a man who sits in a cubicle all day has less contact with women than a Trust Fund Baby who hangs out in college area coffeeshops during the day and bars/clubs at night.

So, anyway, Heartiste being a Trust Fund Baby is just a sense I’ve picked up while reading these posts for quite awhile (this post adds to the perception). That doesn’t take much away from the excellent discussions here but it may skew one’s perspective a bit. That’s all I’m saying.

Jealous? Hardly. Simply stating the fact that a man who works 10+ hours per day in an office has far less exposure to women than a Trust Fund Baby who has 24 hours per day at his disposal to hang out in places in where large numbers of women are around,

Trust Funders are able to travel at will and have no constraints on their time, and naturally will exhibit a more confident, laidback vibe.

Every man will be attractive to women on some level. Every man is attractive to anywhere from 1% of women to 100% of women. The more exposure said man has to women during the week, the more women he will attract.

A good looking guy who is attractive to 50% of all women but who works 50-60 hours per week in an office and only goes home to go to bed and back to work again is going to attract less women than a fat, balding hippy who’s only attractive to 5% of women but who comes into contact with hundreds of women per day in his job as a university professor.

I have traveled extensively and I can assure anyone that it doesn’t take much game to score in Europe. Nor does it take much game to pull girls while in VIP bottle service in Vegas. Been there done that, too.

Game has nothing to do with those situations. Simply showing up is 90% of it.

I am simply saying that a writer coming from the perspective of a Trust Fund Baby who has the opportunity to be around hundreds of women per day depending upon where he chooses to spend his day will experience a different version of reality than a guy who works 50 hours per week, with far less exposure to women during the day/week.

The guy is impressive to me precisely because it’s obvious that he’s had to do some work to achieve what he has.

Very few people born with real money will work hard — even hard enough to maintain a blog. Just how it is.

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You’re partially right about TFB’s. It isn’t very hard to get women if you have the stink of privilege on you in a serious, obvious way. The problem for US TFB’s is they’re often ghettoized into *class-appropriate* dating and mating — and the bitches on offer, while they have their shrewish charms, are far from the *physical* quality truly coveted by the hardcore lecher and player.

For that one must travel. And there the bonanza of ease and dispatch begins. The real threat to the rich player is the idiocy of drug and alcohol addiction; that said, if you stay in excellent shape, lay off the blow and the sauce, you will be able to taste some very sweet dishes.